Lines, ADDRESSED TO MONSIEUR ALEXANDRE, THE CELEBRATED VENTRILOQUIST. 1824. Of yore, in old England, it was not thought good What should folk say to you? who have faces such plenty, That from under one hood, you last night show'd us twenty! Stand forth, arch deceiver, and tell us in truth, you Are handsome or ugly, in age or in youth! Or are you, at once, each live thing in the house? But I think you're a troop-an assemblage-a mob, 1" When Monsieur Alexandre, the celebrated ventriloquist, was in Scotland, in 1824, he paid a visit to Abbotsford, where he entertained his distinguished host, and the other visiters, with his unrivalled imitations. Next morning, when he was about to depart, Sir Walter felt a good deal embarrassed as to the sort of acknowledgment he should offer; but at length, resolving that it would probably be most agreeable to the young foreigner to be paid in professional coin, if in any, he stepped aside for a few minutes, and, on returning, presented him with this epigram. The reader need hardly be reminded that Sir Walter Scott held the office of Sheriff of the county of Selkirk." -Scotch newspaper, 1830. 2 The lines, with this date, appeared in the Edinburgh Annual Register of 1824. 3 James Laing was one of the Depute-Clerks of the city of Edinburgh, and in his official connexion with the Police and the Council-Chamber, his name was a constant terror to evildoers. He died in February, 1806. 4 The Watch-hole. Enter MEG DODDS, encircled by a crowd of unruly boys, whom a town's-officer is driving off. THAT'S right, friend-drive the gaitlings back, And lend yon muckle ane a whack; They scarce will let an auld wife walk I've seen the day they would been scaur'd, For Jamie Laing-3 But whar's the gude Tolbooths gane now? Whar's the auld Claught," wi' red and blue? Whar's Jamie Laing? and whar's John Doo ?7 And whar's the Weigh-house 18 Deil hae't I see but what is new, Except the Playhouse! Yoursells are changed frae head to heel, Wha's fathers daunder'd hame as weel Mysell being in the public line, I look for howfs I kenn'd lang syne, Fortune's and Hunter's 10 gane, alas! And Bayle's" is lost in empty space; 7 John Doo, or Dhu-a terrific-looking and high-spirited member of the Town Guard, and of whom there is a print by Kay, etched in 1784. 8 The Weigh-House, situated at the head of the West Bow, Lawnmarket, and which had long been looked upon as an encumbrance to the street, was demolished in order to make way for the royal procession to the Castle, which took place on the 22d of August, 1822. 9 Fortune's Tavern-a house on the west side of the Old Stamp Office Close, High Street, and which was, in the early part of the last century, the mansion of the Earl of Eglintoun.-The Lord High Commissioner to the General Assembly of the day held his levees and dinners in this tavern. 10 Hunter's-another once much-frequented tavern, in Writer's Court, Royal Exchange. 11 Bayle's Tavern and Coffeehouse, originally on the North Bridge, east side, afterwards in Shakspeare Square, but removed to admit of the opening of Waterloo Place. Such was 5 The Tolbooth of Edinburgh, The Heart of Mid-Lothian, the dignified character of this house, that the waiter always was pulled down in 1817. 6 The ancient Town Guard. The reduced remnant of this body of police was finally disbanded in 1817. appeared in full dress, and nobody was admitted who had not a white neckcloth-then considered an indispensable insignium of a gentleman. And now if folk would splice a brace, Or crack a bottle, They gang to a new-fangled place They ca' a Hottle. The deevil hottle them for Meg! And charges chicken! "And wha may ye be," gin ye speer, "That brings your auld-warld clavers here?" Troth, if there's onybody near That kens the roads, I'll haud ye Burgundy to beer, He kens Meg Dodds. I came a piece frae west o' Currie; Plays are auld-fashion'd things, in truth, And ye've seen wonders mair uncouth; Yet actors shouldna suffer drouth, Or want of dramock, Although they speak but wi' their mouth, Not with their stamock. But ye tak care of a' folk's pantry; Is claims as gude's to be a ventri— How'st ca'd-loquister. Weel, sirs, gude'en, and have a care, The bairns mak fun o' Meg nae mair; For gin they do, she tells you fair, And without failzie, As sure as ever ye sit there, The sages to disparage woman's power, Shall sympathy with Mary's woes be lost? And show-my fingers tingle at the thought- In vain did fate bestow a double dower From Redgauntlet. 1 Mr. William Murray became manager of the Edinburgh was never spoken, but written for some play, afterwards withTheatre in 1815. drawn, in which Mrs. H. Siddons was to have spoken it in the character of Queen Mary."-Extract from a Letter of St. 2 "I recovered the above with some difficulty. I believe it Walter Scott to Mr. Constable, 22d October, 1824. there, I cannot tell. The hand in which they are written is a beautiful Italian manuscript."-Dairsie Latimer's Journal, Chap. x. As lords their labourers' hire delay, Still owns a debt and names a sum. Quit not the pledge, frail sufferer, then, From The Betrothed. 1825. (1.)-SONG-SOLDIER WAKE. I. SOLDIER, wake-the day is peeping, II. Arm and up-the morning beam Hath call'd the falc'ner to the lake, Hath call'd the huntsman to the brake; The early student ponders o'er Poor hire repays the rustic's pain; Since first the peep of dawn has smiled; (2.)-SONG-THE TRUTH OF WOMAN. I. WOMAN'S faith, and woman's trust- II. I have strain'd the spider's thread 'Gainst the promise of a maid; I have weigh'd a grain of sand 'Gainst her plight of heart and hand; I told my true love of the token, How her faith proved light, and her word was broken: Again her word and truth she plight, And I believed them again ere night. Chap. xx. (3.)-SONG-I ASKED OF MY HARP. "THE minstrel took from his side a rote, and striking, from time to time, a Welsh descant, sung at others a lay, of which we can offer only a few fragments, literally translated from the ancient language in which they were chanted, premising that they are in that excursive symbolical style of poetry, which Taliessin, Llewarch, Hen, and other bards, had derived perhaps from the time of the Druids." I ASK'D of my harp, "Who hath injured thy chords?" And she replied, "The crooked finger, which I mocked in my tune," A blade of silver may be bended-a blade of steel abideth Kindness fadeth away, but vengeance endureth. The sweet taste of mead passeth from the lips, Kindness fadeth away, but vengeance endureth. I ask'd the red-hot iron, when it glimmer'd on the anvil. "Wherefore glowest thou longer than the firebrand?” "I was born in the dark mine, and the brand in the pleasant greenwood." Kindness fadeth away, but vengeance endureth. I ask'd the green oak of the assembly, wherefore its boughs were dry and sear'd like the horns of the stag; roots. And it show'd me that a small worm had gnaw'd its Whate'er your liberty hath known of pleasure. wicket of the castle at midnight. Kindness fadeth away, but vengeance endureth. Old Play. From The Talisman. Chap. xxxi. 1825. An evil principle innate, Contending with our better fate, And oh! victorious still? Howe'er it be, dispute is vain. On all without thou hold'st thy reign, Each mortal passion's fierce career, Whene'er a sunny gleam appears, Thou art not distant far; "Mid such brief solace of our lives, Thou whett'st our very banquet-knives To tools of death and war. Thus, from the moment of our birth, Thou rul'st the fate of men; "Therefore thus speaks my lady," the fair page he said, Untroubled in his look, and untroubled in his breast, The knight the weed hath taken, and reverently hath kiss'd: "Now bless'd be the moment, the messenger be blest! Much honour'd do I hold me in my lady's high behest; And say unto my lady, in this dear night-weed dress'd, To the best arm'd champion I will not veil my crest; But if I live and bear me well 'tis her turn to take the test." Here, gentles, ends the foremost fytte of the Lay of the Bloody Vest. THE BLOODY VEST. |